Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1080 Unexpected Rescuer Beckham, evidently impatient, hastily left. After a brief parting, he set off towards the island without a moment's hesitation. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Sorry, did I hear that right?" Jude's voice dripped with feigned surprise as he looked at Damien, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "Mr. Lenoir has consented to my proposition?" "Oh dear," he continued, his tone laced with mock incredulity, "Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir are meant to harbor an intense disdain for Gwenn, correct? Why on earth would they consent to my seemingly unreasonable demand?" Damien clenched his jaw, the tightness betraying his simmering anger as he regarded Jude. "I concede that this time, I was ill- prepared, and you exploited that opportunity, Mr. Gray." "But mark my words, if Gwenn comes within my grasp in the future, trust that your luck won't hold out." With that, Damien pivoted on his heel and strode away from the café.

Jude reclined in his chair, the self-satisfied smirk still playing on his lips as he reached for his phone and dialed a number. His voice, deliberately loud enough for Damien to hear, carried across the space between them with a calculated sense of triumph.

"Guess what?" he began, his tone dripping with satisfaction, "I'm the victor." "Mhm, that very sfearsDamien you spoke of, I've outwitted him, and he was compelled to consent to my demand." A chuckle escaped Jude's lips at the incredulous response on the other end of the line. "What's that? You're skeptical?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"I've recorded our entire conversation earlier! The video will be in your inbox soon enough!" With a resounding bang, Damien forcefully shut the café door, the force of his frustration reverberating through the air like a thunderclap.

On the other side of the glass window, Jude watched with hawk-like intensity as Damien departed from view. His self-satisfied smirk deepened, a silent acknowledgment of his victory in their intricate gof manipulation and deceit.

"Mom, I'm starting to doubt whether he can maintain his composure. You're certain that he's the one you've been seeking?" "Gwenn, it's tto go!" The prison warden's voice cut through the stillness of the Calais jail, echoing off the cold stone walls with an urgency that demanded attention.

Startled from her thoughts, Gwenn glanced up, her expression a mix of confusion and apprehension as she registered the warden's words. "Are they already scheduling my trial?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

She was in a disheveled state from spending days in prison. People who knew her would find it hard to recognize her at that moment.

The warden shook her head, her expression inscrutable behind the mask of authority. "No," she replied simply.

"There's someone here to fetch you. Quickly now, get up! Cwith me!" The urgency in the warden's voice snapped Gwenn to attention, her eyes widening in disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. "Someone has cto bringout!?" she exclaimed, the words tumbling from her lips in a rush of disbelief and hope.

<i>How...no that's impossible.</i> Damien would never permit her release.

There were no other allies she could seek help in Calais...

"Tell me, who are they?" she asked anxiously as she rose to her feet.

"Calong, and you'll soon discover!" The warden demanded with growing impatience.

Feeling a surge of anxiety, Gwenn's footsteps trailed after the warden.

The warden swiftly handled her release, and in just five minutes, she found herself standing outside the imposing walls of the jail, her disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the clean city streets that surrounded her.

In the chaos of her release, she hadn't caught a glimpse of the person responsible for her sudden freedom The mystery hung heavy in the air a question mark lingering in the back of her mind as she stood alone on the sidewalk, uncertainty gnawing at her insides. Suddenly, a sleek black Maserati pulled up beside her, its engine purring with quiet power as the door swung open. Gwenn's gaze met the eyes of the man inside, his almond-shaped eyes and vel.

impeccably arched that betraying a sense of authority that left her momentarily speechless. "Get in," he said, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of urgency.

Gwenn stood rooted to her spot, the weight of her apprehension pressing down upon her like a leaden weight. But then, his words cut through her thoughts like a knife.

"If you'd rather not face Cherise's and Damien's wrath," he continued, his tone leaving no room for argument, "then step in." Gwenn bit down her lips and steeled herself for whatever lay ahead. She knew she had no choice but to comply for the tbeing. The interior of the car was permeated with the potent aroma of men's cologne; its allure mingled with an icy chill that bordered on suffocating.

Gwenn's eyebrows knitted together, still feeling a sense of unease, but her curiosity got the better hold of her. "Who are you?" she asked.

"You need not concern yourself with my identity; only know that I'm here to help," the man responded.

With that, he offered a reassuring smile. "I'll instruct the driver to send you straight to the airport. A private jet will be ready for your departure." "Where will I be heading to after that?" Gwenn's voice held a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as she settled into the plush seat of the car.

"You'll be dropped at the city where Evan, your fiancé, resides," the stranger responded, his tone matter-of-fact as he met her gaze in the rearview mirror.

A faint smirk played at the corners of the man's lips as he continued, his words laced with a hint of amusement. "However, you should prep yourself up. He's presently vacationing with his girlfriend, so his reception may not be as welcoming as you anticipate." Gwenn raised an eye, devoid of any visible signs of betrayal or embarrassment upon learning about her fiance's infidelity. Instead, she regarded the man's face that was cast back through the rearview mirror with a cool detachment, her curiosity piqued by his seemingly intimate knowledge of her life. "You seem to know an awful lot about me," she remarked, her voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within her, "who exactly are you?" mmMwWLlilOfiflo&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fifl0&1 mmMwWLlilOfiflO&1